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I know. I'm teasing you, Lucifer.

[Though honestly, if they had gotten distracted, she might not've minded all that much. But this was just as well, and she took his suggestion and she stepped inside the lift, hands gripping at the railings just so she had something to do with them.]

What do you have planned, anyhow? I know you said dinner and dancing, but where did you end up choosing?

Mm? Oh, well, there's a rather classy upscale hotel that apparently has a four-star relative rating for the restaurant. All posh and upscale and I hear incredibly romantic. Not to mention someone told me the French Silk pie was worth the meal alone, and while it's no chocolate cake, I figure the Decker women might all share the same sweet tooth.

That... may be a fair assumption.

[She grinned, shrugging as if to throw a casual spin on that, but he wasn't wrong. Her hand tentatively slid over to his, one of her fingers carefully nudging at him.]

Sounds like a great time. Thank you for putting it all together. I'm glad we finally got to do this. Even if it's kind of a weird situation overall.

[He was quick to wind their fingers together, happily taking any little opening she gave him as the lift descended six floors down before opening. He again gestured for her to precede him, partway, since he wasn't letting go of her hand.]

I'll take weird over nothing happening at all. Waiting for the 'right' moment would mean going home, and depending on how long that takes... well. Sooner is better.

I would prefer going home to be sooner than not, but this... this in itself is good.

[She liked the idea of them strengthening their partnership. Moving forward. Moving to something better, which seemed to be on the horizon as she led him by the hand outside of the lift, gesturing towards the door that'd show them outside. Her other hand held onto that rose he'd given her, a lovely shade of red and black that matched her dress.]

Speaking of which, how have you been? Settling in and all.

I'm adaptable. I can fit in anywhere, love. Never worry about me.

[His free hand held the door open, the other holding hers so they could make their way outside into the evening that had a sun still up, but threatening to set in the next couple hours to give them a more secluded feeling to their evening. The car waited down below, driver by the door that he opened as they exited the building.]

[The car acquired just for them seemed like a bit much, but she wasn't going to protest it. It was a nice gesture for him to go out and do that, though she did feel just a little awkward sliding into the back as the door shut behind her. She was used to driving herself.]

It's less that I'm worried and more that I'm interested, you know.

I've been popping up at the police station here. Seems the same as any other, and just as willing to allow me the same freedoms as yours. Perhaps I'll have to slip by and visit you at work sometime. Bring you lunch, mm?

[They settled in their seats and the driver went around to get in the car, the vehicle taking off from the curb with a soft purr of its engine.]

Really? I haven't seen you around. Though I guess that makes sense, since I'm back in the blue uniform.

[Something she didn't wholly mind, though it was strange to be back in a position she'd left a long time ago. Carefully, she crossed one of her legs over the other. Mostly for her own benefit. Mostly.]

You don't have to bring me anything. Unless it's your own lunch. We could eat together.

Mm, I know. I've seen you around. Taken a few pictures to look at later, too.

[He'd stopped by, yes. To see how she was doing. And yes, take pictures. She crossed her leg over the other and his eyes were drawn to the motion -- where they stayed.]

I could do that. Will do that. Yes. Lunch is good.

What? You did not. You're kidding, right?

[Super creep factor, Lucifer. Don't do that.]

Why didn't you come over and bug me like you usually do?

Of course I did.

[And he even pulled out his phone to show her the pictures he'd snapped of her in her uniform.]

You look adorable. How could I pass that up? But you also looked busy and... well. It was during... before... You needed time, and I was giving it to you.

So instead you just snapped pictures of me while I wasn't looking. Great.

[She waved at him to take the phone away, not needing to see any more of the evidence.]

Lucifer, for future reference? Taking creep shots isn't exactly an attractive quality. Just saying.

I got a lovely shot of your backside here--

[But she was waving the phone away now and Lucifer was confused.]

I was hardly paparazzi in your bedroom, Detective. You were out in public. I wasn't hiding behind any shrubs. You just... didn't notice me at that moment and I took advantage. I was making sure you were well.

[And here he was, thinking he'd put his foot in it again.]

Oh, my God—

[She grimaced at the 'backside' comment, having half a mind to reach over and try to take that phone from him after all.]

Casually making sure I was well is all well and good. The picture-taking without me knowing? Not okay. Please don't do that again.

[It's a good thing he'd tucked his phone away from deleting fingers, patting it in place as he looked over at her.]

I wanted something to remember you by. In case you... Well. In case it went the other way. And I never did get to see you in your uniform back home.

[Understandable, yet still bad behavior. And yet look at how fond of him she is.]

Well, clearly you don't need them for that. If you'd really like pictures, I'd let you take some, you know. While I'm looking. Maybe even together.

[Incredible concept. Bring your selfie stick, Lucifer.]

Really?

[Well. Well. That was a better idea than sneaking them.]

What about fresh from the shower? I liked that look.

Absolutely not.

[Better to put a hard boundary on that now.]

... What if I'm in it as well? Little tit for tat, mm?

At this rate you're not going to see any tit or tat.

[There was a definite pout, Chloe. Just for you.]

[He could pout all he wanted. They have zero affect on her by now.]

You're not cute. Stop it.

I'm adorable. As are you.

[He smiled then, bright and quick as he reached for her hand. Just to hold it. Just because he could.]

[She sighed and shook her head, though she couldn't hide the soft smile gracing her features as she held his hand in return.]

I suppose I like you well enough.

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